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Month: August 2016

My back was turned for about 1min. I was already untangling someone else’s line. Kids eh. Untangling fishing line is not that fun.

It may not look bad but it was bullshit to untangle.

As soon as I would get one fishing pole line untangled I had to do another. I could feel the emotion starting to bubble up: Anger.

I’m not sure how they did it but two others got their fishing pole stuck in a tree. I got the poles down, and this was the result:

How?

“How did you do this buddy?” I said to the little guy.
“Not sure. Was just trying to cast. I’ve never done this before.” he replied.

I then took a deep breath. And started to become mindful of a few things:

How my body was feeling – hydrated, not hungry

How hot it was – 43 degrees

Where we were – fishing at the side of a river

Who I was with – friends and kids

What happend as a result of me becoming mindful of my anger? I relaized I shouldn’t be complaining about fishing outside in the sun during the summer. I’m lucky to be doing this.

I could of made some terrible life choices and given a shitty life deal and not been able to go fishing. I could of been getting in a shootout with cops (#Strathroy).

This mindfulness process was about 20 seconds long. Anyone can do this. Of course I didn’t invent this. I’m here telling you that it works. Try it yourself the next time your’re feeling that anger bubble up.

Ultimately these are some thoughts about graditude and controlling your anger in the moment.

Has anyone else been fishing this summer?

(I missed 1 day out of Lucky’s 7 Day Challenge. That’s okay. I’m going to write 2 tonight. Any of you bloggers out there are more than welcome to join us in our writing challenge!)

It has to do with evolution. The genes, the enviroment, the organism, and the tools used to interact with the world, are all bound by the laws of physics.

Within the framework of the laws of physics comes natural selection. A couple of things about evolution/natural selection:

It’s not perfect

It’s not always the strongest that survives

When genes (how heredity is passed along) are copied they’re not always a perfect copy.

Things being the way they are out there (or way down in there), these copies are not perfect. In the same way, you can tell the difference between an original document and a copy of the document made with a copy machine, it’s very difficult in nature to make a perfect copy. – Bill Nye “The Science Guy” – Undeniable

That’s okay that the genes aren’t perfect. When it comes to evolution and natural selection, you just have to be good enough.

…there is another remarkable and vital point to be made about evolution and the survival of the “good-enough.” It is an unfortunate linguistic happenstance that “survival of the fittest” sounds so good, because random natural variation does not produce perfectly fit individuals, nor does it need to. Evolution is driven by the idea of “fits in the best,” or “fits in well enough.” – Bill Nye “The Science Guy” – Undeniable

Genes aren’t perfect and organisms just have to be good-enough to suvive and procreate. It’s hard to survive when resources are limited in the environment.

… individuals compete for resources in their respective ecosystems, and the individuals that are born or sprout with favorable variations have a better shot at survival than their siblings. – Bill Nye “The Science Guy” – Undeniable

Within each ecosystem species fighting over limited recources is a matter of life or death. Which brings us to our questions from earlier:

How come we don’t have pits on our faces that detect infrared light like many snakes do? and, how come we don’t have tails that can detect electromagnitism in the water like the platypus does?

The reason is – the genes that we ended up with created the smartest brain on the planet. Our peripheral devices are an extention of our brain.

Since us humans, snakes, and platypus share the same ecosystem (which is inbetween the micro and macro) we dominated the fuck out of them because we ‘fit in the best.’

It turns out we didn’t need to see our prey in infrared or need to detect them with electroreception. We needed to out smart them. And we certainly did. Using our brains’ 5 “good-enough” senses – our human peripheral devices.

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(I’m doing Lucky’s 7 Day Challenge. Try to write a post everyday for 7 days. Any of you bloggers out there are more than welcome to join us!)

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A young woman (22 yo) I went on a date with a few months ago is working with me for a week at my new job. I knew I recognized her. Small world.

We went on a date at the pub. The date was fun, but I didn’t see us going on more than a date or two (met her during my yearly “dating blitz” so I had other more potential prospects).

Today as I was getting some things together in the office I was telling one of my other coworkers that I recognized her. My coworker said, “Do you know her from the same friend group or maybe from school?” Nope. I knew it was a date.

My temperament wouldn’t of permitted me to go the full week without bringing it up to the girl I went on a date with. I had to ask her right away, “I recognize you. Did we go on a date a few moths ago?” She responds, “I’m not sure, maybe?”

She seemed a bit nervous. Her face went red. I didn’t pester her. I knew I was right.

An hour goes by and I check my phone, “Lets test this one out…. Haha”

Confirmed. It is her. She remembered where we went on the date. We had a good laugh about it.

As you can see the last message was on May 29th. As usual I was being cheeky and was trying to get her over for a movie. But she was being insanely flakey so we never had that movie date.

There is about half a million people in my city. Never thought I’d run into her. As long as I’m not weird about it, this week should finish off smooth.

This has been a fun and intersting summer so far. How about you, how’s your summer going, any funny situations happen to you?

(I’m doing Lucky’s 7 Day Challenge. Try to write a post everyday for 7 days. Any of you bloggers out there are more than welcome to join us!)

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After school ended in April I needed a job. Money ran out. A month went by and I hadn’t found a job yet.

On the May 2/4 weekend I was chatting with my Father. I was a bit stressed about not working, school debt, and my future (typical).

He noticed my behaviour and stopped me,

D, you’re too hard on yourself. For the last month you’ve been looking for a job. Putting resumes out and making calls. That’s better than losers out there not doing anything. Give yourself a break. Geez.

Coming from him that made me feel a whole lot better. I look up to my Father and don’t want to disappoint him. Has always been that way. I think I’m hard on myself because I want to impress him and show him I’m not a loser.

He knows I’m not. He’s proud of me and the effort I’ve made in the last 3 years (and at other times throughout my life).

We’ve got to remember to take stock in what we’ve accomplished. It could be as simple as getting the days errands completed (I love doing that), something a little more challenging like getting a job interview, or changing it up like moving into an apartment of your own (which I will being doing before the end of this year).

What have I accomplished?

Working 3 jobs (got a new summer job, they’re definitely going to ask me to stay on in the fall)

Went back to school, staring my second semester this September

Casually dating a (I hope she thinks the same, I may have been a bit uncalibrated) 21 year old, she calls me daddy (during sex)

Have been taking only cold showers for a few weeks now

Other than school, this all happened in the last 3 months. I really should give myself more credit.

We’ve got to stop putting too much pressure on ourselves. Staying motivated and disciplined is a good thing but to be constantly comparing yourself to fitness and self-improvement gurus isn’t. I know, I’ve done that.

Stop being too hard on yourself.

Come on, I know you’ve done something productive lately. Comment below and share with us what it is.

(I’m doing Lucky’s 7 Day Challenge. Try to write a post everyday for 7 days. Any of you bloggers out there are more than welcome to join us!)

Here are some of my observations and lessons, as a cook, from working at a pub:

You get to practice Game on servers and hostesses.

The pub I work at is close to a high school, a university, and a college, or what I like to call, “server/hostess farms.”

Young women from the ages of 16-24 are funnelled through the hiring process. The prettist ones usually get hired – regardless of how much experience they have.

I’ve had lots of crushes, some lays, and one girlfriend. If you practice your Game on the servers and hostesses you will most likely end up with some poon.

Feel free to say (pretty much) whatever you want.

Other than blatant, unwanted, awful, attention or grabbing, the females play along. They understand the back-and-forth banter.

If anyone was actually out of line or engaging in abuse, of course they would lose their job and have a possible criminal charge against them.

Women that work in restaurants/cafes/diners/pubs/etc. know the deal – they play along. They laugh at the older guys’ stupid jokes, giggle at the borderline sexual harassment, and deal with peoples’ bullshit behaviour and attitude. Wouldn’t you want a bigger tip (more money)?

That’s part of the gig. These women aren’t stupid. They know what’s up. That’s the way it is.

Of course I’m not saying they’re giving up their morals because some old guy said they look pretty.

OF COURSE you will be protected from actual abuse. There are policies, procedures, and action plans that are available and put in place if real abuse occurs.

Real restaurants and pubs are NOTHING close to an SJW safe space. You’ll be okay.

Hard work is rewarded.

“If you can’t stand the fire, get out of the heat.”

One guy I use to work with (also an old roommate) tried a shift at the pub in the kitchen. He complained about the heat, developed a “rash” (I never saw it), and never came back to work. He’s kind of a wanker.

Another time this fresh, new, right out of the college culinary program guy decided it was a good idea to take his shoes off and run them through the dish washer during a rush. A manager came back, saw it, and reamed him out in front of everyone. He was never seen or heard from again.

Finally (but there are more stories – feel free to ask) we use to have this kitchen manager that would get drunk as a skunk while cooking. After some detective work by us cooks, we found out that he was drinking “water” out of this water-bottle. Turns out it was vodka. He was also never heard from again.

If you work hard you will be rewarded with small praises, more money, and employment.

Small praises like, “Table 10 loved their steak” or “You guys killed it tonight, good job.” More money because you put in longer/more hours, which means the higher your tip-out will be ($$$). And unlike people that we call “skin waggons” (because all they’re good at is carrying skin around), if you put in the effort and work hard you will still have a job when you wake up the next morning.

Lets recap some of my observations from working in a pub:

You get to practice Game all the time – your learning curve will skyrocket

It’s shitlord friendly – SJWs need not apply

Hard work is rewarded – you don’t need praise, but the extra money is always good

Young men should work in a pub to get some cool life experiences and also learn some basic cooking skills along the way.

Have you ever worked in a pub or restaurant?

Share your story with us!

(I’m doing Lucky’s 7 Day Challenge. Try to write a post everyday for 7 days. Any of you bloggers out there are more than welcome to join us!)